Stone
I gave a nod to the prospect that guarded the door as I stepped inside the clubhouse, not bothering to notice the line of women that lined the bar on one side of the room.
Club bunnies, always fuckin" around.
It didn"t matter that it was strictly against the rules of the club that they should be allowed inside; a little attention and even my most loyal men were putty in their perfectly manicured hands.
So I"d amended the rule.
As long as they stayed away from business and didn"t stay the night, they could be allowed in. It wasn"t worth the fight and honestly, though they annoyed the f**k out of me, they didn"t cause any trouble.
Moving down the long, narrow hallway leading to my office, I stopped by the door with the sign on it that read in large, black letters, VP, The Black H
